Where You At
(专辑: Listennn... The Album - 2006)
Uh, yeah Woo! Uh, it's going down, niggas! Yes! Khaled! Free! Uh, uh, uh It's that slow flow, F-R double-E, nigga See them pussy niggas but you can't see me I'm sunk in the
seat Clutch my hammer close, I'm controlling the V
And love the
cities on both the
coasts But still repping the
East, yeah They like, "Freeway, where you been?" In North Philly, in the
hood, cooking a
ki' Tell me, how crooked is he? The
mayor gave him the
key to the
city Then he turn around and flood the
city with nickels To break the
cycle, the
nine-nickel chrome The
mini-mansion, his home If Khaled call my phone, I'm in the
place to be G4, the
M-I, get high, float in the
friendly sky I'm that fly, tell my pilot the
fourth Far as raps, I
murder tracks, Philly I
kill the
shit out a
sixteen Shit's mean, spit a
clip for the
chorus, I
Tape and record it, put the
murder on wax, I
Ship it out to Khaled and shoot a
video for it, holla! I'm from the
East where them ARs shooting Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the
record Khaled from the
South where them bammers be moving Walk into yo' house and will leave you tied up, for the
dollar Can't forget the
West, where them niggas be looting Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the
record And where you at, nigga? That's where you from, nigga So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga My shooter keep it moving, you niggas barely moving Them bullets almost hit you, you scream, "A-hallelujah!" I'm on grind, all-time with the
Ruger And Khaled, all these niggas [?], they want me to lose, but I'm on my Ps and Qs and, I
got my eyes open Can make it happen with rapping, I
get my Ps and Qs in I
know Katrina shooting, know Mr. Robert smoking I
supply the
addicts, they grab the
baggage and keep it moving Keep it, holding, 6-series, not stolen Drop the
lop look like the
roof stolen, call the
cops He be stacking like Lego, leave me holding all the
blocks Run up on him, treat you like the
drop, roof open All them stick-up boys scheming on them fat boys scoping They be hoping that I'm slipping, I
be praying that I'm not Nigga, 'til then, I'm supplying the
block Free at Last almost here, you should keep ya ears open, nigga! I'm from the
East where them ARs shooting Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the
record Khaled from the
South where them bammers be moving Walk into yo' house and will leave you tied up, for the
dollar Can't forget the
West, where them niggas be looting Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the
record And where you at, nigga? That's where you from, nigga So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga Yeah, yeah, check it, check it 95-South, homie, tell 'em I'm en route And I
ain't fronting nothing neither, that ain't what I'm 'bout No doubt; from Virginia, where the
drought never touch us Them dopes in the
pillows, the
home of the
couch-stuffers Pop clutches, drop-tops on all you motherfuckers And all the
baddest bitches pretending that they love us Fucking the
soul out us, we call 'em the
Golden-Mouthers Paying for the
service with Louis or Gucci pouches Send 'em to they spouses, we back in the
street Cooking up them ounces, from a
quarter to a
ki' Call me Place-Your-Order P, c'est la vie If you want it, know, I
got it for cheap, Re-Up Gang, niggas! We cock and bang, niggas, we cop them thangs, niggas Million records sold and still them same niggas Bigger picture, grill with the
angel fixtures Where I'm at, they measure worth by your figures, uh! I'm from the
East where them ARs shooting Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the
record Khaled from the
South where them bammers be moving Walk into yo' house and will leave you tied up, for the
dollar Can't forget the
West, where them niggas be looting Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the
record And where you at, nigga? That's where you from, nigga So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga